Refresh after ten minutes.
Please download the [Starting Point] APP to support the genuine version and the author. Genuine readers please wait for ten minutes before replacing. It will refresh automatically and no manual refresh is required.
We also ask for your understanding.
Thanks!
Cross defected.
Early this morning, Baker was preparing to come to the textile factory to punch in as usual, and then suddenly heard such a piece of news when he was getting off work.
He defected from this organization that has a history of more than a thousand years.
Wow.
Kind of.
Baker took a bite of the burger he had just bought at the roadside stall outside, then sipped the coffee with five small boxes of creamer in his hand and walked into the factory director's office on the third floor.
The director of the factory is a black man named Morgan Sloan.
If you don't look carefully, you will think that the director looks like Black Morgan, who often plays the role of president or vice president in Hollywood movies.
Early this morning, Baker was preparing to come to the textile factory to punch in as usual, and then suddenly heard such a piece of news when he was getting off work.
"Good morning."
Morgan Sloan, who was well-dressed with curly white hair and a white beard, and looked like a real Black God, said hello to Baker who walked in. Then he looked at the people who walked in and said in a deep voice: "The Cross has defected."
The repairman, the pesticide, the pharmacist, and the butcher, all four of them had gloomy expressions.
David, wearing an off-white suit, showed no expression.
Fox, who has a hot figure and charming appearance, lowers his head and uses a beautiful dagger to pick up the nail polish on his nails.
Baker…
Baker silently sipped the coffee in his cup, which was not bitter at all. Anyway, he had only been a member of this organization that claimed to kill one person and save a thousand people for seven years, and he was not related to the cross. It's none of your business, just leave it alone.
The most important thing.
Baker has already started to think about his next job, whether to go to a company with a complete pension system, or to go to the InterContinental Hotel chain to become a freelance assassin.
etc……
Isn't there an assassin organization in the Marvel universe that can survive longer?
Beck blinked.
Yes.
The universe that Baker is currently in is the legendary Marvel Universe with several nines. The reason why we are not sure how many nines it is is because this does not seem to be a simple Marvel Cinematic Universe, or the Marvel Comics Universe.
At least……
If it were a pure Marvel universe, the beautiful, sexy, bone-chilling fox assassin next to Baker shouldn't exist.
Even though Baker seems like an assassin now, in fact, Baker wanted to be a good person at the beginning.
but……
This is all forced by life.
When he first traveled here, Baker wanted to live a safe life. Anyway, if the sky fell, the tall people from the Avengers would be there to hold it up, but there were unforeseen circumstances. When Baker was sixteen years old, this life was cheap. My parents died in a car accident.
The most important thing is that the damn driver escaped.
And then……
In order to support himself and his two younger sisters, Baker had no choice but to find ways to make money. After all, whether it was the rent of the house or his own tuition and the tuition of his two younger sisters, it was a huge expense.
From a gangster bounty hunter in Chicago to a not-so-famous assassin [hero] in the underground world today, it can be said that Baker was completely forced to embark on this path.
You try asking a sixteen-year-old boy to protect himself and his two sisters in Chicago's criminal community.
Can the salary from a serious job support three people?
fine.
Baker is a man of wisdom, so for him, in this universe, it makes no difference which industry he chooses.
Again.
Who says assassins can only be killers and not heroes?
This is also the biggest reason why Baker gave himself "hero" as his code name.
Another reason is...
[Name: Baker Morton (Hero Moulton)]
[Age: 25 years old]
[Skills: Pistol shooting (expert), vehicle driving (advanced), aircraft driving (intermediate), foreign language (intermediate), history (beginner)...]
[Heroic skills: Lancer Lucian's marksmanship, Void Predator Kazir's void attack, Demacia's power Galen's tough physique. 】
[Items: Swift Scout Teemo’s Mushroom*2, Detection Guard*2, LeBlanc’s Paper Doppelgänger*2, Inventor Heimerdinger’s Bamboo Dragonfly*1, Self Gem Fragment*1, Neeko's transformation card*1 (permanent, Hero Morton has been used)]
This is a plug-in belonging to Baker.
no doubt.
However, twenty-five years have passed, and Baker still hasn’t figured out the true identity of the plug-in. This plug-in is different from other cheats of the coquettish bitch. After awakening at the age of 16, Baker offered a lottery at other times. , as quiet as a maverick plug-in.
From the age of sixteen to twenty-five, these skills and items are all unlocked by Baker on his birthday every year.
so……
Baker named himself [hero].
There's no way around it. It's normal for League of Legends skills to be codenamed hero. Besides, who says assassins can't be heroes?
"David!"
Morgan Sloan, who was sitting on the chair, looked at David, who was wearing a gray and white suit, and said, "You handle this matter."
David hummed.
All assassin organizations have an unwritten rule that everyone abides by, that is, once you join, you will be a member of this organization for life. To put it simply, you are an organization member in life, and a ghost of the organization in death.
Except Baker.
The assassin organization that Baker had joined in his hometown of Chicago was banned by the FBI's Gang Criminal Investigation Division after Baker received the admission notice from New York University.
Otherwise, Baker could still go to New York to attend college?
Ah.
Half an hour later.
Baker and Fox, the only female assassin in the organization, walked out of the door of the textile factory behind them side by side.
"Didi!"
Fox opened the driver's door of his fiery red sports car, put it on it, and said to Baker: "Looking for a place to have a drink?"
Beck looked up at the sky.
Although it is only February 2004, the sun is still shining, and it is still morning.
Baker shook his head: "No, I drank too much last night, so I went home to catch up on some sleep."
Fox didn't force it, he just shrugged and said, "Then you'd better be careful."
Baker looked like a fox with charming eyes.
careful?
What should he be careful about?
The fox's sexy lips moved slightly: "Be careful, the cross is waiting for you to go home somewhere."
Baker laughed: "I'm not familiar with him."
"Yeah?"
"certainly."
"All right."
"..."
Baker looked at the fox in confusion as he left a warning and got into the car, then drove away quickly. Now that the cross is not protecting his son who was abandoned early, he comes to look for me?
How is this possible?
I'm not familiar with him.
Half an hour later.
Blonde, blue-eyed, wearing a handmade tailor-made suit from Italy and leather shoes, Baker returned to his original appearance with a friendly face and nodded politely to a Wall Street investment bank partner before entering the elevator at No. 820 Fifth Avenue. among.
top layer.
"Ding!"
Baker walked out of the elevator, glanced at the two colorful mushrooms placed quietly at the door of his home, and then unlocked the door with his fingerprint.
getting Started.
The phone in my arms rang on time.
…
"Hello!"
"Hero."
"cross……"
Baker's movement of closing the door with his backhand paused slightly. At this moment, on the roof of a bank, which was a full 750 yards away, a sniper rifle specially used to shoot tanks was aimed at the cross that entered the door. Baker's tone was cold. Said: "Are you at home?"
"Not here."
"..."
Cross opened his mouth and said directly: "You are already within my shooting range."
Baker laughed, closed the door directly, and looked through the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room with unobstructed views. Then his eyes seemed to be directed at the cross lying on the roof of a certain building: "How did you find my house."
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have bought such a luxurious apartment.
……wrong.
If I had known better, I should have bought an island.
Although all the floor-to-ceiling windows in this apartment are made of bulletproof glass, no matter how bulletproof it is, it is impossible to prevent bullets made by hand from the cross.
"Your disguise is not very advanced."
Cross looked at Baker who was moving towards the bar counter in the living room through the sniper rifle and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"
"drink wine."
While talking on the phone, Baker took out the bourbon that had just been opened yesterday from the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass, and then said, "Do you want to come over for a drink?"
Cross laughed: "I don't dare to expose myself to your sight."
There are many people working in the assassin profession, some of whom are retired from elite units of various countries, and some who have been trained by various organizations since childhood.
but……
Let’s not talk about the dark side of the world, just talk about the assassin circle in New York. Don’t stand in the sight of the [hero] and shoot with him. This matter is already considered something that a new assassin must know before entering the industry.
Even if you put a gun to Baker's head, who has not yet drawn the gun, you will not have any chance to pull the trigger.
The corners of Baker's mouth curved slightly: "So, you plan to kill me?"
"No."
Cross said directly: "I just have a new view of the organization. The organization has been ruined. Sloan has destroyed the code."
Baker opened the floor-to-ceiling window and walked to the balcony, glancing at the unobstructed two-thirds of Central Park: "Why are you telling me this? You don't want me to leave the organization like you."
"Yes."
"Then you should know what the price of leaving the organization will be. The assassin industry is not like other industries. You can't just change jobs if you can."
There are only two ways to break away from the Assassin organization.
Either you die.
Or the organization will be destroyed.
If you die, naturally, you will wash your hands in a golden basin.
If the organization is destroyed, naturally, you will be considered retired even if the company is gone.
There was no fluctuation in Cross' tone: "Who did Sloan send to hunt me?"
"David." Baker directly sold David, who has always been a stinker: "So David is your Mr. X, and I am not."
"Will you help him?"
"for what?"
"..."
Cross, who was seven hundred and fifty yards away, looked through the sniper scope at Baker, who was sitting on a chair on the balcony, relaxed and flawless. After a moment of silence, he turned on the safety of the sniper rifle: "I have no intention of being an enemy of you, Hero. .”
"me too."
"goodbye."
"I won't send it."
Baker threw the phone with a black screen on the glass round table in front of him, his eyes flickering slightly.
My disguise is not very smart?
Ah.
It wasn't just a disguise for you wall hangings to see.
One sentence.
These disguises of his are for the ordinary world outside to see. After all, although he is in the dark world, he lives in the ordinary world.
Baker shook his head, drank the bourbon in his glass, then stood up, grabbed his cell phone and walked into the house.
"Beep!"
"Buzz!"
The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window, which was as wide as sixty square meters, fell instantly. As the light-proof curtains fell, the lights in the nearly two hundred square meters living room instantly turned on.
no doubt.
This is a mansion with a total area of more than 600 square meters on the upper, middle and lower floors. Baker spent nearly 50 million when he bought it last year.
The skylight in the kitchen allows the room to be bathed in sunlight, the dining room can accommodate 10 guests for dining at the same time, the large mirror is equipped with red wine storage cabinets on both sides, and the nearly 12-square-meter private terrace allows you to enjoy the beautiful view of Central Park next door to the building...
Frankly speaking, if Baker worked conscientiously, he would never be willing to spend so much money to buy such a luxurious apartment.
but……
Since joining the assassin industry, Baker finally understood why more and more young people are getting involved in this industry.
Nothing else.
Money comes so fast, and I am used to being able to get hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars by just pulling the trigger. I am afraid that only a fool would choose to sit in an office.
This is also the reason why Baker plunged into the New York assassin world on the first day he came to New York even though he had already saved enough for college tuition in Chicago.
From frugality to luxury.
It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
…
Thinking about Cross's warning just now, Baker chuckled. From the moment he knew that Cross had defected, he never thought about what he was going to do.
As for the truth about the organization that Carlos said he had discovered, he was even more uninterested.
Isn't it just that the names of organization members appeared on the loom of fate?
As for defecting?
But it was right to think about it. Baker felt that if he had been brainwashed and indoctrinated since he was a child that they were doing things for heaven and doing things for God, and suddenly one day discovered that the loom of fate could be controlled by humans, then , no one would be able to accept it for a while.
fine……
Baker is an atheist.
Of course.
This is the Marvel Universe, and there are gods, but Baker feels that his soul is in another world after all, so the gods here are not worthy of his respect, and similarly, the gods here cannot control him.
Of course.
Baker is an assassin, but a principled assassin. Baker has set himself three assassin rules.
First, do not kill innocent people.
Baker was an ordinary person in his previous life. Although the world was a playground for him, if the playground was empty, a person would have no interest in continuing to play.
Although SHIELD and the military are dominant in Marvel, this is a real world. If you mess with law enforcement agencies, you won't die, but you will be in trouble.
